I couldn’t get back home; it was too far and turning cold; but I found some tigers and nestled in among them and was most adorably comfortable, and their breath was sweet and pleasant, because they live on strawberries.  I had never seen a tiger before, but I knew them in a minute by the stripes.  If I could have one of those skins, it would make a lovely gown.

Today I am getting better ideas about distances.  I was so eager to get hold of every pretty thing that I giddily grabbed for it, sometimes when it was too far off, and sometimes when it was but six inches away but seemed a foot—­alas, with thorns between!  I learned a lesson; also I made an axiom, all out of my own head —­my very first one; the scratched experiment shuns the thorn.  I think it is a very good one for one so young.

I followed the other Experiment around, yesterday afternoon, at a distance, to see what it might be for, if I could.  But I was not able to make out.  I think it is a man.  I had never seen a man, but it looked like one, and I feel sure that that is what it is.  I realize that I feel more curiosity about it than about any of the other reptiles.  If it is a reptile, and I suppose it is; for it has frowzy hair and blue eyes, and looks like a reptile.  It has no hips; it tapers like a carrot; when it stands, it spreads itself apart like a derrick; so I think it is a reptile, though it may be architecture.

I was afraid of it at first, and started to run every time it turned around, for I thought it was going to chase me; but by and by I found it was only trying to get away, so after that I was not timid any more, but tracked it along, several hours, about twenty yards behind, which made it nervous and unhappy.  At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home.

Today the same thing over.  I’ve got it up the tree again.

Sunday.—­It is up there yet.  Resting, apparently.  But that is a subterfuge:  Sunday isn’t the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for that.  It looks to me like a creature that is more interested in resting than it anything else.  It would tire me to rest so much.  It tires me just to sit around and watch the tree.  I do wonder what it is for; I never see it do anything.

They returned the moon last night, and I was so happy!  I think it is very honest of them.  It slid down and fell off again, but I was not distressed; there is no need to worry when one has that kind of neighbors; they will fetch it back.  I wish I could do something to show my appreciation.  I would like to send them some stars, for we have more than we can use.  I mean I, not we, for I can see that the reptile cares nothing for such things.